Love Letter

Hesphire was bedded with multiple layers of pure whipped cream encountering constant sprinkle of snow from the sky. It slowly settles on top of little rainbow-coloured cubicle houses amidst enormous dull looking pine trees and rusty street lamps in the neighbourhood. From a distance, fine thick black smoke could be seen from chimneys of several houses. The sunlight has disappeared for a few weeks again which is normal. People always assume that the nearest star to earth is hiding behind the large not-so-green hills and wonder why it has always been hiding till today. It can be seen as a 2-D coloured drawing pasted on the back walls of a pre-school classroom. As gloomy as it is, the night is like a dreamlike fairy tale scene where everyone could see the naturally decorated northern lights spiralling aimlessly in thin air. Natural beauty at it's best. I think that's why nobody has ever left Hepshire. It may sound cliché but home IS indeed where the heart is. 

Looking closely now on Warrant Street, there was a dark blue uniformed postman delivering letters to each house on a cold windy day. His apron hands were wrapped around his body underneath his thick black coat whilst carrying a torn bag which was nesting perfectly on his right shoulder. He had been looking down for quite a while when moving around, just observing the tiny little cracks on the grey cement floor while simultaneously experiencing drops of snow directing towards him from the opposite end of the street. This disrupted his vision entirely but he still kept walking anyway. To make it worse, an unbearable frosty wind came knocking at him suddenly that made him lose his balance. It was very unfortunate. He then gave a huge sigh and stopped walking. He was just standing in the middle of the suburban street clearing his thoughts.

Before he could move any further, he heard a distant sound ahead of him echoing from where he was. He then quickly looked up. A small blurry figure was rapidly getting closer and closer. A young boy came running towards him and started shouting, ''Hey Mr.! Hey! I have a letter to be sent out! ''. The postman replied, ''You're kidding right, Charlie? What are you doing out here in the cold. Go back home.'' After settling down from the fatigue through his multiple awkward panting, he replied ''Like I said I just need this letter to be delivered to Amy Dexter who lives not too far from here.'' He pointed at the corner house with his index finger and winked at the postman along with a thumbs up.

''Someone is in love eh champ?'' The postman gave an awkward smirk when looking at the yellow brightly lit house and continued ''Okay, I'll send the letter but promise me that you'll go back inside and keep your mom company. Oh, tell your mom I said hi.''

''That's easy. Do you reckon she will like my letter? I bet she is just gonna throw that letter away and not talk to me in school for a very long time. I'll be lucky enough if she even talks to me when I reach 30. '' Charlie muttered.

He snorted at the last sentence and shook his head. ''Why do you say that? And what do you think love is anyway? ''. The postman then placed his bag down and sat on the icy cool pavement. 

''This is a good story. A few days ago, I announced in class that I was in love with Amy in front of everyone after reading a poem. She blushed like an eruptive volcano and was so embarrassed that she ran out of class. Skipped the remaining classes and never came back. We only had two classes remaining anyway,'' ''. Love. Love. That's so hard. I read this somewhere. Love is patient. Love is kind....Love makes you feel different about a person. Like Amy Dexter's name, I react differently when someone mentions her name to me. You know that feeling that you got to see her all the time. Yeah that feeling. I would wear matching socks together with her if she asks me to. That's humiliating enough!' He winked again.

''My boy, you gotta stop winking like that cause you're scaring the shit outta me,'' ''That went well for ya at school,'' He paused for a few seconds staring at the brick walls of an abandoned building on the other side of the street, reminiscing his halcyon days through his eyes.

''I know..I know love is .......love..unconditional. Love is faith and hope, both at once. Love is a miracle! Love is magic! It takes a lot patience, bravery and understanding to hear what God wants us to feel for a person. You can't force love nor can you control it, ''

''What else? Don't fall in love with the idea of a person but rather the person himself or herself..I tell ya things aren't all perfect. It is gonna hurt at some point, to the extent that all roots of love will be pulled out from ya. Ya gonna feel naked like empty pockets, but hang in there y'know? Love takes time. It may require many new start-overs. So don't be so hard on yourself if it crumbles down miserably. Just don't give up on love because the best thing about love is you get to love. It is a spell casted in a potion whereby the person has already drank a full bottle of it and the feeling is astonishingly beautiful.''

The young boy just looked at him without blinking, admiring his wisdom and passion. He then started kicking the layered snow off his shoes towards the empty road. ''People think love is just about progressively building a skyscraper like the Eiffel Tower in Paris or Burj Khalifa in Dubai. Yeah.. I can pronounce Burj Khalifa perfectly alright! It is NOT about how massive or how high it is gonna be. Because you may just lose your way easily and forget the real meaning behind all the sacrifices and effort you have made initially. In the end, what matters most is finding the right door on the right floor with a bit of luck coming your way. That's how I visioned love to be and that's how I think it should be. But love is more complex than my words. You can't always describe love the way you perceived it to be. There's no denying the power of love is always there. Somewhere. If the consequence requires me to get struck by lighting again, I'll love again. Oh Emma, I hope you're listening to this.''

After that last statement, the coldness were getting out of control so the postman walked Charlie back home which was one block from where they were and he would spent exactly 2 hours drinking hot tea and made a severe rambling to Charlie and his mom about the weather, his job but never about Charlie's crush. It was a secret between both of them. And when that period of frosty atmosphere began to thaw, he said his good-byes and continued delivering the remaining letters especially the letter to Amy Dexter. 

Before he walked out of the door, he whispered into Charlie's left ear ''Hey sport..well..erm..there are many rules about love that you need to know and understand...but you'll come across to that later, much later. This is from me. Sometimes, you can't choose that 'person' to go your way. You just can't. But that doesn't mean it is over okay? The good things will come back... so as the bad things. And..and..when the bad things come so fast in a blink of an eye...it is going to ache for awhile..it depends.. you just gotta trust yourself and get yourself out of it. The faster the better yeah?...That's good. See you around, sport.''